Doomsday #5 with Izzy Goldbow

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Poems "Performance" (1) and "Dogs" (2) by Izzy Goldbow

1) Do you think that even in solitude we perform. All life’s edges worn into scripts where we weep
and mourn, laugh and adorn ourselves with the whispers and scorn of those we love most. If so,
does that make me a dancer with no rhythm or space. All life’s valleys etched into a jungle of
movements and wild eyes.

2) We are nowhere. Adrift with the wild dogs. Whose teeth are sharpened and ours are not. The
answer is not survival, but an impossible trust. To feel fangs sink into flesh not your own.